5 November 2019 I heard it, once. Heard it in the way the dark arcs across the horizon and the way the wind blows through the pine needles on the shoreline at dusk. I saw it, once. Mapped in the spaces between the stars. I wrote your name in the snow on the hillside. I…

[21 October 2019] And so we baptise our longings, Transform our desires, Give up from them that which we can no longer ourselves give: Selves, whole selves, holy selves, Selves worth saving; We breathe – Each word, each moment, stands as a testament to itself: An icon of abstractions, a temple of fragments, A shoreline…

[17 October 2019] Stay with me a while longer. I hear you breathe, slow, steady. Trapped in a lazy bower of arms and wills intertwined and enmeshed and indistinguishable from one another. The headlights from a car passing through the night shine through the window, white curtain diffusing light glow, casting long shadows over your…

[14 June 2019] He movesand I feel him move,running, chasing, gracing, panting, gasping, grasping an always and indelibly almost-mine –the he in me and the I in him,where all other things being equal(yet altogether new and all the better for it), and I move; in line I will be moving,moving back,going back,going in;and somehow, almost…